Lyrics

Tell me how do you see the color of the sand
And how do you feel the taste of my skin
An airplane cannot fly higher than me
When emptiness inside finally fills me
I could tell a lie sometimes or always
I prefer to shut up and let the other talk

Do you know what it feels like in a car
When they ran too fast and you want to go out
The light is too bright and you want to cry
My eyes are burnt and now I need a dark moon
If I throw your dices oh would you pay me
Or do you think I always I always work for free

I have thin hair
but I want to grow
A crocodile skin

I have thin hair
but I want to grow
A crocodile skin